Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Dipping death

Pull the string till it snaps,

Release the tension in your grasp,

Rip it back no will to attack,

The fire burns the fated track,

A simple plan turns ever coarse,

Strained from expectation's force,

Give in to the voices that haunt,

Accept the venom that oozes taunt,

Bleeding internally wisdom fails,

Corpse grows cold forgotten tales

It feels like someone's missing

City of sin my fortune sets in,

Blessed with luck my intuition,

I see the cards so vivid and clear,

Yet my thoughts stray why am I here,

Hello Lady Luck my heart is struck,

Cast your fortune run a muck,

I foresee I will always be lonely,

To want your touch makes it hurt too much,

I don't care that I win these chips,

My only desire is to taste your lips,

Tomorrow I depart back to my sole tower,

One day you will join me in our finest hour

Bright Darkness

Sometimes the darkest night can be the most bright,

When owls haunt their prey in sight,

Wolves will howl to greet the moon,

Trees will bend to the wind's tune,

Here I wait with a cloak of shadow,

Cold demeanor this night is hallow,

Dagger ready with deadly poison,

Victim steady I reap destruction,

One moment exist turns taken twist,

For he breathes no more I've settled the score

Melting

Slice me up and serve on a platter,

Feed your hate and get fatter,

Silver spoon will spell your doom,

Rape and pillage hell's cocoon,

Burn inside with vicious lies,

Rebel the fate that reaps demise,

Live and die snake crawl out your eye,

Slither the sickness we live by,

One day they will all sit and laugh,

As the world decays from god's wrath

Dearly Departed

We come into this world so innocent and pure,

Raised with the trials we must endure,

The purity grows dark as the sun sets,

As fortune favors those with no regrets,

We live and love and laugh today,

Tomorrow we die as time slips away,

Some left behind will keep us in their hearts,

Till the end of days when our soul departs

Alex Lent

Let us rejoice for this great day,

Celebrate the birth with a fine display,

Alex turns two so much to do,

I wonder what path he shall pursue,

Perhaps an artist or astronaut,

A salesman or a pilot,

Whatever he decides we will be by his side,

Always encouraging with the rising tide